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Smith, Sharon; Catseye - White Pawn
Topic Started: Jun 1 2013, 01:00 AM (940 Views)
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BASIC INFORMATION

CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
AFFILIATION: Hellfire Club – Black Pawn

FULL NAME: Sharon Katherine Smith
CODENAME: Catseye
NICKNAMES: Sherry, Ronnie, Cat

CURRENT AGE: 22
DATE OF BIRTH: February 13, 1991
MARITAL STATUS: Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Mainly hetero, but she doesn’t discriminate.
BASE OF OPERATIONS: Hellfire Club
TIME AT INSTITUTE: None
REGISTERED WITH SHIELD? No
HOMETOWN: New York City
KNOWN RELATIVES: Mother: Andrea Smith – Deceased
Father: Oliver Smith - Deceased

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5’8”
BUILD: Slim, athletic
EYES: Lavender
HAIR: Lavender
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Catseye’s hair and eyes are a startling purple color, and she has a prehensile tail extending from her tailbone that is covered in soft lavender hair.
CLOTHING STYLE: Anything that can accommodate her tail – Sharon likes to be comfortable, and she prefers to wear clothing that can accommodate her desire to be in motion. She prefers neutral colors, and she is quite fastidious in that she likes to be clean, and dislikes dirty clothing.
UNIFORM: As her most offense-worthy form is that of a large wild cat, her uniform is lightweight, and allows her easy movement and flexibility. As a feline, she wears nothing except her fur.

POWERS

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Catseye’s powers are best described as ailuranthropy, or the ability to shapeshift into a feline form. It’s much like the classic description of a werewolf, only with a cat instead of a wolf. In human form, she appears somewhat normal, although there are obvious abnormalities. Putting aside the naturally lavender hair, and the strikingly purple eyes, Sharon has a long, prehensile tail that is covered in soft fur the same shade as her hair. It gives her excellent balance, and can be used like an extra limb to a degree. As a human, she has the normal strength as a woman her age that is in excellent shape.

She has two other forms that are natural to her. The first is that of a petite house cat. Her body is long, lithe, without any fat to spare, reminiscent of a Siamese. Tall, long legged, and covered in short, dense fur that is the same lilac shade as her hair in human form. Large triangular ears are slightly darker at the tips, and her whiskers are long, extending from an angular head. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, still violet in this form, although the pupils are slit like cat. Her tail is just as long as her body.

The second form is a bit more intimidating. Somewhat like a cougar or a jaguar in form, her body is exceptionally large, a little over six feet long from nose to tail. Her legs are long and powerful, the paws large, made for holding on to prey. She has a rounded head and small, triangular ears, with long whiskers protruding from the rounded cheeks. Her eyes in this form are the more classic yellow with slit pupils, although the short, thick fur covering her slim form is still violet. Her body is pure muscle, made for jumping and leaping and running. In this form, her stamina is increased, and her strength is equal to that of a large tiger. Her jaws are powerful enough to pulverize bone and punch through skulls.

There is a third form, far less utilized, that is more like a classic were-cat. It’s a middle form, halfway between feline and human. Standing upright on lengthened legs, the feet thickened into clawed paws, her weight is carried more in her lower body. Her upper body is more muscled, covered in fur, and her face gets more angular, ears migrating into triangles atop her head, whiskers sprouting from her cheeks. Her teeth sharpen into sharp canines with a powerful bite. This is not a form she uses often, and as such she is only capable of staying in it for minutes at a time.

In any form, her senses are much more powerful than those of a normal human, although they are at their peak when she is in feline form. Even as a human, her hearing, sight, and sense of smell are far more sensitive than normal. She possesses, in all of her forms, a Jacobson’s organ, which is a specialized sensory organ in the roof of her mouth. She has superhuman agility, capable of climbing and leaping with the agility and grace of a cat, even while human. Her reflexes are similarly enhanced. Sharon has a very minor healing factor, capable of healing small wounds and injuries relatively quick. Sprains, minor cuts and bruises, will heal within a few minutes. More serious injuries such as broken bones would take weeks, and she cannot heal from fatal injuries. She also has retractable, razor sharp claws even as a human.

It’s not a power, not really, but Sharon also possesses total recall from a photographic memory, capable of recalling anything, at any point in her past, in exquisite detail. Many people believe that cats have something like a ‘sixth sense’, and it is in part this sense that allows Sherry to tell whenever someone is lying to her. Even the most accomplished of liars give off the tiniest of physical cues, be it through movement or scent, to give away their deceptions, and Sherry is exceptional in picking up on such cues. She is capable of maintaining her fully feline forms indefinitely.

Again, not a power, but Sherry has an…affinity with cats. She can’t talk to them, or, in true cat fashion, control them in any way, but no matter what form she’s in, she can more or less get along with cats. Mainly through body language, as she is so cat-like herself. She is capable of speech in all of her forms, including the fully feline ones, although her voice comes out a bit warped.
WEAKNESS: Despite a seemingly long list of powers, Sharon has quite a few weaknesses in each area. She is in no way infallible. She can maintain either one of her entirely feline forms indefinitely, and must mentally be capable of triggering the shift back into her human self, otherwise she will stay feline. This means that if she is injured to a degree that she cannot heal quickly, or is knocked unconscious, she will stay in whatever shape she happens to be in at the time. It can make it difficult to be treated, especially if she’s injured, as any treatment administered while feline is unlikely to last once she manages to shift back. The amount of pain killers used on a house cat becomes completely obsolete once she is a normal sized human again.

While in human form and small cat form, her strength is only what that shape’s average strength would be, unlike the tiger-like strength she has while a large cat. Her healing factor is nowhere near as strong as many, so larger wounds or injuries still take time to heal, if perhaps not as much time as they would for a normal person. She cannot heal from fatal injuries, such as trauma to the brain or heart, without medical intervention.

In regards to her intermediate form, or ‘were-cat’ shape, Sharon is entirely unskilled in maintaining it. In moments of great stress or fear she may devolve into it, but holding it for any longer than a few minutes is exhausting, and she will eventually revert to whichever form she is more like at the time. If the majority of her body is feline, her exhaustion will cause her to revert to a fully feline form, whereas if she has maintained more human qualities, she will revert to human. Either way, it takes intense focus just for her to gain this shape for such a short period of time. Also, despite her skill at telling when someone is lying, she is not immune to telepaths or other forms of mental manipulation, although she is able to tell the difference between simple illusions or manipulations through the use of her other senses. Minor illusions rarely have a scent, and she can use this to trace those around her.

PERSONALITY

Sharon is a strong, independent, intelligent, sharp-witted feline. Or woman. Either one is correct. Every funny internet meme about cats can be seen eventually on Sharon’s face, whether human or feline. She is a cute, playful kitten, and a fierce protective lioness, all rolled into a lavender haired package. While Catseye is a proud individual, she is also quite aware of her own shortcomings, and is easily her own worst critic. She is highly intelligent, not just due to her photographic memory; she loves to learn, picks things up easily and quickly, and enjoys the chance to use her knowledge and skills. Despite this, she is not overly prideful, being just as quick to realize when she is incorrect or wrong in a situation.

That being said, she isn’t one who likes to give up or back down from a challenge. Felines are mainly solitary, and while Catseye covets her solitude and quiet time, she can also be social when the need calls for it, maintaining a polite and sweet exterior that easily hides the small devil inside. She is an expert at getting into places where she shouldn’t be, and just as adept at getting out again.

Even in human form, she is surprisingly cat-like in her tendencies. Sherry is extremely fastidious when it comes to personal cleanliness, and things like baths and showers are true luxuries that she takes advantage of whenever she can. She has the focus and patience of a born hunter, capable of staying poised and waiting for any length of time without showing signs of impatience or irritation. This isn’t to say she doesn’t get impatient, but she is excellent at hiding it.

When it comes to friendships, Sharon starts out slow. She isn’t always friendly at first, sometimes seeming a bit standoffish, until she can observe someone more. While she will put on a friendly face, she knows not to make snap judgments about people – she’ll get to know someone before judging them. Once someone has earned her friendship, her trust, and her loyalty, they keep it until they prove themselves unworthy of it. She is willing to do anything for those few she considers family.

Sherry is stubborn, and strong willed, but has the tactfulness that enables her to speak her mind eloquently enough to explain her point of view, should she deign to give it. And while she looks delicate and breakable, Catseye is incredibly fierce, should the occasion call for it. She never lets anyone forget that she is feline, and felines are true hunters and carnivores. She can and will kill, should the need arise, without hesitation. For all her playfulness, Sharon is a practical individual – there are times in life where one must suck it up and do something dirty. Sherry dedicates herself to any activity she does whole-heartedly, because if she has to do something bad, then she’s going to do it well.

HISTORY: PRE-APOCALYPSE Sharon Smith was born into a relatively normal family, although it became quite obvious when she was born that she was not normal. Neither Oliver nor Andrea were mutants – they were your average, every day couple, that enjoyed hiking and outdoor activities. They lived in New York City, and took monthly trips to a cabin in the Catskills that Oliver inherited. That’s where Sharon was born. A trip took an unexpected turn when Andrea went into early labor, and ended up giving birth to Sharon in the little hunting lodge. Which gave the two new parents ample time to come to the conclusion that Sherry was highly unusual.

The shock of lavender colored hair on her pale head was the first clue. The clincher was the long tail curled around her body, covered in violet fuzz. Neither of them knew what to think about this, but it never crossed their minds that she might be a monster. And when she opened her vibrant purple eyes, they fell in love. It wouldn’t be easy, but they’d figure out a way.

And it wasn’t easy. From the moment they showed up at the park with a little purple haired girl, trying desperately to keep her tail hidden under her clothes, people stared. Children teased her mercilessly, but Sherry was anything but weak-willed. She took up gymnastics and other physical activities, expending massive amounts of energy with track and sports, hiking and swimming. She was never allowed to truly compete in anything, not in school, as she was touted as having an unfair advantage, her tail giving her natural balance and agility. That never bothered her, not really – she didn’t need to compete to enjoy what she was doing.

There were friends, although her parents were always worried about her safety, being an obviously mutant child. She received her fair share of threats and insults, but most things rolled off her. It hurt, when kids tried to start fights, and while it was wrong, Sharon did exchange blows with others if they started something. As she got older, it became more natural for her to finish the fights.

At twelve, she finally hit the main part of her mutation – she fell out of a tree. Anticlimactic, right? She’d climbed a tree to the top, as a dare to herself, her parents shouting at her to come down. But on the way down, still so close to the top, she slipped. A stupid mistake, getting distracted. Branches slammed into her body, and she could hear screaming, and she didn’t even close her eyes as instinct took over. She shifted for the first time, clothes shredding, twisting around in mid-air, and landing with a thump on four large, panther-like paws covered in purple fur.

Anyone else probably would have run screaming from the large cat that landed in front of them. Her parents stared in shock – a purple cat, the same purple as their daughter’s hair…It was her father that spoke first. Just her name. Sharon nodded, the tip of her tail twitching as she wriggled her whiskers. And then she inhaled. So many scents; her ears picked up every noise around her, and then some. It was like the world had woken up around her, for the first time.

She stayed a cat for three full days.

Once she turned back, she took one look at her parents and realized that this…This changed so much. They’d been confused and worried, having a purple haired daughter. But now they’d seen her fangs, her claws, and suddenly, the little girl who happened to like her steaks rare wasn’t quite so sweet and innocent anymore. Now, she was a potential danger. As a large cat, they’d watched as she hunted a deer, chasing and tackling and tearing into it with whole-hearted glee, showing no remorse, even as she sat to lick the blood from her paws and whiskers afterwards.

Things were different after that. Her parents were more withdrawn from her, more hesitant. Her family jumped every time she made noise, or acted strange – they began to mistrust her, and she could tell. They’d lie and say it wasn’t true, but she knew they were afraid. Not just for her, but of her.

She started sneaking out, slipping out as a house cat, and spending her nights outside. Even lavender, she could hide in shadows, hunting mice in the city, or larger prey while in at the cabin. She spent almost as much time as a cat as she did as a human, becoming just as comfortable in both of her feline forms.

Despite knowing her parents loved her, it was hard to come to terms with the fear they obviously felt. Not helped by the fact that, when she was fifteen, a burglar broke into their house. He didn’t know anyone was home – and he certainly didn’t expect to find a lavender, panther-like feline curled up on the couch asleep. She awoke the instant he came into the house, coming awake with a protective snarl as her parents came down the stairs. He drew a gun, and without thinking, she attacked. The gun was scant protection, and he didn’t even get off a shot before her powerful jaws sank into his throat, severing his spine.

The police were called, and despite a desire to run from the horror on everyone’s face, she stayed. Her parents didn’t kick her out, she wasn’t dragged from her home and beaten by the cops, but the tension was obvious.

They still loved her, she knew that, despite the fear. They loved her too much to kick her out. But Sherry was smart, and she knew just how uncomfortable she was making them, so she took responsibility. It was hard to confront them, but no one cried, there was no hate, no hard feelings – and ignoring her age, Sharon left. She had friends on the streets, having spent plenty of nights sneaking around already. She still saw her parents, visited, and they occasionally gave her money, but Sharon was taking responsibility for herself – she’d picked up odd jobs, most illegal and under the table due to her age, but she made herself useful.


DURING APOCALYPSE (April 7th through April 12th, 2009)
The attack on New York City hit fast, hard, and unexpected. Her parents had been in the mountains, but Sherry had been on the outskirts of the city. She wasn’t sure what was happening, it was utterly terrifying, and the only thing she could think about was getting to her parents. In her panther-like form, she utilized every strength she could muster, racing into the mountains, tracking them as they tried to find shelter. It took her days to reach them, almost a hundred miles away. She hunted on the run, fighting through exhaustion and avoiding humans the entire way.

On the 11th, Sharon found them, hiding, trying to stay safe from the inevitable destruction that had torn even into the forest. Fires, riots – for the first time, her parents had held her and hugged her as a panther. She tried to keep them safe, leading them to safer spots, trying to get them out.

The hurricane was the devastating force of nature that leveled so much – and she smelled it coming. There was nowhere else to hide, nowhere to run, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop it when a rockslide was flung down a damaged mountain by the gale force winds, burying her screaming parents under tons of debris. She could do nothing but run, claws digging into the ground, and try to escape with her life. The EMP had little effect on her, digging her way deeper into the wilderness, trying to outlive the storm, the disasters, the deaths. When she finally emerged, injured and alone, it was all she could do to limp to the ruins of her parent’s cabin and collapse.

POST-APOCALYPSE
She stayed in the mountains for almost a month, refusing to return to a human shape. She lived, hunted, and ate as a cat – but her mind never allowed her to forget. There had been too much damage done to the city for her to be missed, but eventually she was drawn back to it, because it had been her home too. There was no home anymore, not really, but then, she hadn’t considered that townhouse much of a home lately anyways. Just another stray cat wandering the streets, perhaps a little too intelligent if one watches long enough.

Sherry started small – a small cat sneaking clothes, or food, or little items from store fronts or unwatched stands. She’d roll in dirt or ash to discolor the lavender of her coat, drag her finds to the abandoned building she’d found to stay in. It was hard to trust anyone enough to turn back to a human, but Mutant Town was somewhere that felt safer. She was never seen for long, although there were those who recognized her mop of purple hair. Occasionally, she’d do odd jobs for money – she rarely stole anything there. Her striking purple eyes with the slit pupils earned her the nickname Catseye, although she would sometimes use the name Ronnie, a shortened version of Sharon. It was almost like a normal life, the routine of going into Mutant Town and doing little jobs for other mutants.

PURIFIERS
She was in Mutant Town for the Purifier attacks – the Night of Broken Glass. In small cat form, working with an older woman in an attempt to hunt down the mice that had been pestering her house. It was a risk, letting someone get close, but the woman had often given her small items to help, and when she’d mentioned the trouble she’d been having, Sherry had offered. She’d heard them coming – loud, shouting, with the smell of smoke, and the sounds of windows breaking.

A brick smashed the windows, and Catseye shifted back to human, grabbing the woman she’d been helping and dragging her to a basement, barricading the scared woman inside. It was pure luck that the woman’s house wasn’t demolished, and Catseye stood guard outside. By the time the night was over, she was standing over a Purifier’s corpse, blood in her mouth, but the house was still standing, and the woman that had helped her was still alive. She stayed just long enough to shower and brush her teeth before leaving. The destruction was intimidating, and with her senses, she couldn’t refuse to help.

Sharon helped track down those trapped in debris and rubble, utilizing her greater strength as a large cat to help pull wagons full of rubble out of the way. The attack on X-Corp was terrifying – the level of hate the Purifier’s were showing was astonishing and awful. Sharon had never considered herself particularly blood thirsty, despite her hunting habits – but she could admit to having taken distinct pleasure in attacking a Purifier, and crushing his skull with her fangs.

She did not, however, like being locked inside the dome around Mutant Town. It felt too much like being trapped, but as there was little she could do about it, she was forced to make do. It was weird, trying to live normally, when she felt like a fish in a bubble. The outing of Alex Summers as War was…She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t know Summers, but she’d heard of the good he’d done. She should hate him, for everything that happened…But she watched the trial, as best she could, and had to admit…He didn’t strike her as a killer. The remorse was real, the guilt he felt – she could tell, even from television, that it wasn’t a lie.

SKRULLS

Life was never normal, between odd jobs and trying to keep a low profile. In hindsight, she probably could have done better on that last part. Her lavender hair became a usual sight around Mutant Town, her skills and powers giving her access to jobs that were easier for her agile cat form to do. She had a few people she could turn to for help if she needed it, always willing to repay kindness any way she could. She supposed she should have realized something was wrong, when she’d found a stranger skulking around the abandoned building she usually slept in.

But it was one of the families that had always helped her that did her in – she came to deliver something, and was met with something that felt like a dart. When she woke, she was in a cell, and the scents were overpoweringly alien. The very air was different, the taste wrong, and she could hear just how different things were, even before her captors showed themselves. Before she was fully awake, she knew there was something missing – her powers. The world was dull around her, it felt like her ears and nose were stuffed with cotton.

She still smelled them coming, there was so much wrong around her, but the footsteps echoed in the hallways leading to her cell. They came, and she hissed and spat, but her claws were gone. She felt naked without her claws, and unbalanced without her tail. The cell was small, and she despised the filth she felt caking her body, the muted scent and taste of blood invading her senses.

There was little she could say that was of interest to the Skrulls, and they laughed when she snapped her dull human teeth at them. She wasn’t talkative, not to them, but there were cells all around her. Captives, all put through hell. She hadn’t been there as long as many of them, but the cell beside her was a quiet voice. She never saw Sage’s face, but she could hear her. The Skrulls were cruel and harsh, and the woman in the cell by hers was treated viciously.

The screams of everyone echoed; the Skrulls had to know they could hear it, letting the noise terrorize those sitting in the cells. If she’d been of a lesser mind, she might’ve gone insane there. Certainly, there were times when she had to wonder about whether she had or not.

When the escape came, it was sudden, unexpected, and it snapped Sharon straight out of the fugue-like state she’d been sinking into. The cells just started opening, and despite her mistrust at something that could so easily be a trap, she had slipped out. There were others too, exiting their cells, most looking just as worn and suspicious as she felt. She saw Sage’s face for the first time, instantly linking the voice to the thin body, and watched worriedly as the other woman removed her null cuff.

Hesitant, concerned, and nervous about the strange circumstances of seeing the Skrulls simply collapsed in the halls, Sharon approached Sage, who unlocked her null cuff. Instantly, the dulled senses roared back to life, and Sharon hissed with pleasure, taking mere seconds to shift from the lavender haired young woman into a large, panther-like violet cat. She was skinny, her ribs protruding from under ragged fur, and there was a desperate hunger gnawing at her stomach that begged for meat.

She rubbed her head against Sage’s leg carefully, before sinking into the shadows and following the group out. The fighting could be heard now, and her senses tuned to it, the scent of blood, even if it was the sickly blood of the Skrulls, spurring the predator in her on. With a snarl, she launched herself into the fight, clamping down with bone crunching jaws onto every Skrull in her path. She did her best to stay near Tessa, and once free into the Skrullos wild, she hunted. She wasn’t sure what kind of animal she had killed and eaten, but it was enough to keep her starved body from collapsing.

There was a plan, although Sharon stayed in feline form for it, and she doubted a lot of people had even realized that she was there. The full attack was a whirlwind of activity, it was hard to keep things straight. Eventually, she followed Sage back to the Hellfire Club. She took advantage of the offer to clean up, and was given a simple set of clothes. Then she hugged Tessa, told her to find her if she ever needed her…And left.

CURRENT HISTORY
People were almost more paranoid now than they had been, when she got back into the city. It was hard to try and go back to normal. There was still no home, and it was hard to try and find people who still trusted her in Mutant Town. She was half starved, and untrusting of so many people now. She went back to hunting, taking small jobs, living as off the grid as she could. Despite the urge to get back in touch with Tessa, she was worried – they had met through such awful circumstances, and Sharon wasn’t sure if Sage would want the reminder of what she’d been through.

Eventually, though, Sage found her. Even off the grid, Sharon knew the woman could find her if she wanted to. Thrilled as she was to be back in touch with Tessa, she was even more surprised to find that the woman had a proposition for her. She was invited into the Hellfire Club by the Black Queen.

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There was poison in the air, choking its way through her nasal passages, down her throat, causing her lungs to clench and revolt. The raw, red skin on her wrists stung every time she moved, the occasional coppery stench of her own blood causing her nose to twitch. The null device had dulled her, she’d spent so long without her powers, adjusting to the nose of a normal human – the sudden onslaught of her natural, powerful senses was disorienting. Each breath was like dragging knives through her nostrils, and she snorted, half expecting blood to be sneezed out. The air smelled dank, their jailors like tainted meat, lying there, green and scaly.

The first few minutes without the null cuffs on, Sharon had backed into a wall, purple eyes darting around, her sight shifting dizzyingly. Suddenly, the details of each jagged rock, each drop of moisture slowly shifting down the walls, leaving a slimy trail behind, was illuminated to a staggering degree. Closing her eyes brought no relief, as the stench of unwashed prisoners and alien bodies swamped her. She could hear every footstep of every person, each time they wheezed out another poisoned breath, the snore emanating from the guard nearest her. Her tail had extended, thin and bony, and it twitched with each added irritation.

Never had she felt so overwhelmed by her own senses. It was utterly infuriating. Everything danced when she opened her eyes, but she did it anyway. She took a deep breath, ignoring the headache that came on from instantly working to catalogue each scent. Opening her mouth, her tongue flicked out onto chapped lips, and she forced her body to act. The shift was slower than normal, bones cracking from lack of use, but there was no pain. Her matted purple hair became a ragged looking coat of lavender fur, covering the boney body of a large, cougar-like cat.

The yellow eyes were better in the dim light of the prison, rounded ears swiveling and rotating crazily, before she focused. The wrist bones of her forelegs remained raw, but the bleeding had stopped. Her healing factor was small, but it was back. Opening her large jaws, she panted, looking at Sage carefully, as her tongue tasted the air. The Jacobson’s organ within her mouth activating at the taste; tasting the scents in the air was worse than smelling them.

A low, rumbling growl vibrated from her chest, claws protracting from within their sheaths and scraping the floor beneath her. It felt good to be the predator again – her prey drive was roaring at her as she followed the others, her long body slinking into shadows. Catseye could hear the fight starting, smell the Skrulls as they approached – and she launched herself at the first one she spotted. Whatever it had prepared itself for, a giant feline was not it.

It felt too good to sink her claws into it, ignoring the sickly smell of the greenish blood that doused her coat. A hit to her ribs did little except irritate her this time, and her jaws snapped down – jaws made for crushing skulls and snapping bones. Scales did little to stop her fangs as she slid into that sweet spot between the head and shoulders, where the vertebrae were vulnerable. The wet crunch that echoed cut off the warrior’s scream, and she shook the body once it went limp, before dropping it. As hungry as she was, there would be better meals ahead – and more Skrull to kill. She followed Sage’s scent through the prison, her pale coat becoming more green than lavender with blood, but nothing mattered except escape. Freedom first – revenge would be sweet enough to wait for.
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Everything is in order as far as I can see as well.

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